Archive for August, 2014


Dying for faithOne of the latest videos from Iraq shows a Christian man forced to his knees, surrounded by masked ISIS militants. They force the man at gunpoint to ‘convert’ to Islam before beheading him. It was an awful act of cowardice filled from hell’s hatred.

Another believer, Meriam Ibrahim, is a Sudanese Christian and mother was arrested on charges of apostatizing. While she was in prison awaiting trial was formally sentenced to a major ass wupp’n and death. In an attempt to force renunciation of faith, the court threatened her many times. Still, Ibrahim held firm to her Christian belief and whether by power of the media, power of God or otherwise, she was released.

I’ve been thinking about both of these Christians for hours. If one takes Christianity seriously, it leaves you unsettled. Were these Christians simply caught in a ‘damned if you do and damned if you don’t’ moment? Was the Christian man so shaken, so willing to cling to life, he attempted to convert to Islam? Would we look upon either as weak and repudiated by God or courageous? One lived, met the Pope and relocated back to America … the other died. Surely, moments such as these are amongst the hardest to digest. For this reason alone, I condemn neither the Christian man nor Ms. Ibrahim.

Many recent stories arising from the Mideast are horrendous. Labeling one group or the other of the Israel–Palestine conflict as terrorists is fruitless, for the Angel of Death has touched both sides over abundantly. Transparency and dialogue, even in the face of injustice is perennially missing. At the end of the day, one wonders if either group is religiously better than ISIS? Each claims to march to the tune of a different drummer, but is either group any better?

For the Christian who lost his life to an ISIS sword, should the world respond in kind, via violence? Christ was violated, yet forgave. Should we do likewise? To families who’ve lost children or relatives in Gaza, how does one respond? With vengeance? Vengeance won’t bring redemption.

Is it possible to sheath the sword of vengeance? If so, how does one faithfully walk when loved ones are violated, rapped, killed or beheaded? How would you follow Christ should terrorists place a steel cutlass against thy own throat? Then again, how much trust do we afford God when laid bare to modern crucifixion? Would you turn the other cheek as rockets propel back and forth over our homes?

These are tough questions. And sadly, I have no answers.

Terrorism is born from no religion, for it’s not written in any scripture. As a Buddhist, I try to avoid the extremes of self-indulgence and self-mortification. I’ll admit, the middlepath is awfully challenging. While I understand that taking any life, be it one’s own, is not sanctioned by any religion, society as a whole must continue to emphasize that self-mortification must be avoided. But will education ever be enough?

There’s a legend of two Kings on the brink of war. Each claimed the right to irrigate lands from the river flowing between.

Buddha asked, “What is the water worth?

Very little.

And what is a life worth?” Buddha continued.

Priceless,” each responded.

Then why would you trade something priceless for something of little worth?

All I know is that we’re at our strongest when society dismantles their weapons and sheds violence. That path is never easy, but then again, revenge produces nothing valued as priceless.

Be not shortsighted.

Be not longsighted.

Not by violence is violence ended.

Violence is ended by nonviolence.

 

ScarsAs a group of retirees gathered the hospital chapel, the young preacher proclaimed his knowledge of Christ, “Jesus cares. He knows your pain. He feels your every pain.”

Personally, I know no one who’s suffered more or paid more for the allowance of sin than Christ. And certainly, no one has had more grief of a race gone bad. But in the real world, how could one worship a God who seems so immune to that of His followers? Can a follower really look at the cross, see Christ and His tortured figure, and say, ‘This is the God for me.’

One can’t help but notice pain’s prevalence while walking the medical center hallways. A man in room 204 received a catheter. How does Christ empathize with a patient having a small tube shoved up his urinary track? The woman in room 314 was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. So how would Christ share someone’s slow loss of mental capacity? How does Christ understand death from an Ebola virus, cancer, Multiple Sclerosis, Parkinson’s, HIV or any number of alignments the human body is destined to experience?

Of course there are other scenarios. Christ never died in a 13 car pile-up somewhere near Small Ville, USA. ISIS did not force God to renounce His faith, convert Him to Islam at gunpoint and then behead Him. It’s never been recorded that Christ ever experienced a loved one dying from an earthquake, Tsunami, being blown from the sky by a BUK missile or suffering from a building collapse while sewing clothes for paltry few bucks a day. Christ did not die from starvation and was never bought, sold and smuggled by human traffickers.

How do we respond when someone says, “Jesus loves you and knows your very pain?

I pass room 652. I look upon a solitary man whose lungs are periodically pumped full air from a pneumatic ventilator. “How would Jesus feel this?” I query. Ironically, following with, “How can I feel His?

Every instance of pain is different and every person faces pain differently. And while none really understands how God experiences our suffering, most of us want to be the savior of someone’s pain versus the one who will share their burden.

When contemplating pain, it may be helpful to know the artist. We need to lift our head from faith-based Biblical readings and grasp what’s happening. For instance, one cannot find catheter insertion in any Scripture Index. But by becoming humble, we can understand scripture’s uniformity of love – something more powerful and beautiful than anything ever created.

We’re never told the reason for pain. Outside of two celestial God’s playing a childish game of ‘… my people are better than yours,’ Job never learned of the reason for His pain. Neither men in rooms 652 or 204 nor the woman in room 314 will never know theirs. Accordingly, most will never discern what good, if any, our discomfort will create.

A monk said his chronic pain helped him to become more compassionate, courageous, and patient. For me, my personal potential for dignity is dependent upon experiencing that of others. My pain allows me an ability to cultivate awareness in a world in which many reside in shaded and textured lives, hiding from and in petty snits and anguish.

When we fall ill, we have unnoticed opportunities. By releasing the shadows of our life, we can present our body unto one another’s faith and become flooded with healing energy of love. This is the world I go willingly – where love’s purification penetrates and washes the soul. Only from within this lush canyon can I stare death in the face and annihilate it.

This form of living is very Buddhist and very Christian.

This Is The Jesus I Saw

princeofpeace131I was sent a CNN news clip of Akiane Kramarik taped several years prior.

I finally had a chance to view the clip. I am stunned. This is the person who forgave my sins, as detailed in my post Equanimity In The End.

 

 

Pirate At FortyIn case you’ve lived under a rock for the last couple of days, Cincinnati Quarterback Andy Dalton received a huge contract extension.  As sports commentators analyzed:

“Dalton receives a signing bonus of $12 million and a roster bonus in three days of $5 million. That’s a total of $17 million out of the gates. Coupled with his $986,000 base salary (which isn’t guaranteed as a legal matter but it is as a practical matter), Dalton will make $18 million in the first year of the deal.

Then, on the third day of the 2015 league year in March, Dalton earns a $4 million roster bonus. He also has a $3 million non-guaranteed base salary in 2015. That’s $25 million over two years.”

If the football statistics are correct, Andy Dalton participated in 1119 offensive plays last year. Average those 1119 plays for the next two seasons, Mr. Dalton will participate in over 2,200 plays. Divide into $25 million and one finds Dalton will be paid a little over $11,000 per play.

Let me repeat that, Mr. Dalton will be paid a little over $11,000, per play, for the next several years. Ya’ gotta love it!

Bengals management is hoping Dalton will take the team to the promised land of playoff contenders. Reggie Jackson was Mr. October. Jackson was nicknamed Mr. October for his clutch hitting in the postseason with the Oakland Athletics and the New York Yankees. Being diplomatic, Dalton has not been Mr. January. In fact, Dalton’s post-season effort can be categorized in the one-and-done club.

From a Buddhist perspective, I concur everyone has a unique mission that only they can fulfill. Sports is littered with overpriced players. Golfer Sergio Garcia has made second place a permanent home, Chicago Bulls Derek Rose has been a bust and NFL Quarterback Tony Romo, whose paid big bucks, can’t find the love either. So is anyone actually worth $11,000 per play.

Additionally, CEO pay is never far from the headlines, and Americans are well aware that CEOs are paid several hundred times what the average front-line worker gets. One of the most striking statistics is that the average CEO makes 380 times what the average worker makes. Across the board, the more CEOs get paid, the worse their companies do over the next three years, according to extensive new research. This is true whether they’re CEOs at the highest end of the pay spectrum or the lowest.

The kind of cash Dalton is making just begs the question, “Is anyone really worth that kind of cash?”

In Buddhism, rather than pursing material things, we talk about searching for refuge in people you want to emulate. Most have to connect with what’s most important: a stable mind. The mind is the true compass of the soul. Spend your time searching within often proves more valuable than anything else.

What’s taken me so many years fail to understand is that the role of money is a form of energy. It comes from a lot of effort and hard work, but I squandered a lot of it. Jimmy Buffet’s song A Pirate At Forty Looks at Forty summarizes my last ten years:

“I made enough money to buy Miami,

But I pissed it away so fast,

Never meant to last, never meant to last.”

Lesson learned, respect money, but none of us have to be so attached to it. In truth, all of us live in a house of mirrors. We see the patterns we’ve stuck ourselves but we find it hard to leave.

I wish Dalton all the best. But personally, all I believe he’s done is purchase a hell of a lot of pressure.

Nasser Ali Khan Is Me

chicken-with-plumsSome have queried about what ‘drives’ me and why one ‘feels’ distant around me. Further, how’s it possible to be in the moment, yet not be in the moment? Having traveled the world, these are seemingly difficult questions.

So here’s my insight, Chicken With Plums. If you watch Chicken With Plums, you’re likely to find my secret. If the sounds emanating from within appear empty, maybe they are. It’s not that I don’t excel at my work. I do. In fact I am pretty darn well known. But maybe what others see is the mechanical. For if life is breath, then I’ve yet to seize the sigh.

When I watched Chicken With Plums I came to understand more of life’s of frustrations, cyclical ups and downs, and the outpouring of my soul into prose. I empathized with the main character, Nasser Ali Khan. And while I didn’t foresee myself in the ending … I cried. It was beautiful. The love! The passion! The pain! Life’s artwork … so romantically beautiful.

I found a personal ‘Satori’ and explored my own love, life, creativity and what pushes me to be the best. Just like Nasser Ali Khan, if one removed my instrument to write, I’d never be able to perform again. Thus, I would pass.

Chicken With Plums demonstrates how influential one person can become. For me, Ms. K’s time in my own personal movie is brief, but her influence of sundered romance touches every aspect of my life. Similar to the main character Nasser Ali Khan, I cannot seem to find another that recreates this divine music and love. Just as Nasser’s music teacher eloquently states, “The love that you feel for this woman will translate into your music. She will be in every note that you play.” So is Ms. K. for me.

The late singer Harry Chapin wrote similarly in, Stranger With The Melodies:

“I gave her the music son,
She gave me the words.
Together we’d write the kind of songs
The angels must have heard.
Of course we’d fight like cats and dogs,
But life ain’t no rosebud dream.
Still whatever we’d do everybody knew
We truly were a team.
I can’t remember now if I done her wrong
Or if she done wrong to me
But all I know that when I let her go
That it did not set me free”

I have met people who claim they’ve married their soul mate. And I’ve seen no reason to doubt otherwise. What all of us need to do is marry at the deepest level of God, i.e., the deepest level of love.

The key is to find romantic love so intense you feel as though you’ve found a part of you.  In his novel The Notebook, Nicholas Sparks describes the main character of the novel as feeling he had been searching for his other half through many lifetimes.  He was so glad to find his soul mate, that this love could sustain him through the trials of her Alzheimer’s disease in which she rarely recognized him.

Chicken With Plums switches between past and present and many will never quite understand how the story will end, until its last moments. So if you find genuine young love, filled with enough passion, tenderness and adoration to overcome anything, then you’ve got to go for it.

Most of will be like Nasser Ali Khan and pass this world loving another. Some will claim they can’t love as such. But if you search your heart of hearts, you probably have a good idea.

RiceDuring the second news conference, Ray Rice conducted appeared to get it right. Claiming he owns the situation, that he lives with the “… pain of having to explain that (videotape) to my daughter.

Being a trained speaker, the first news conference nearly four months prior was a rerun of ‘The Poseidon Adventure.’ It was a disaster. While Rice didn’t punch any teammate or fan and unconsciously drag them off an elevator like airport luggage, he apologized to the world. Sad to say, he forgot the victim.

Subconsciously, Ray Rice is similar to us – that as a society, our apologies have become more mechanical.

Let’s face it, a bulk of our relationships is transactional and true authenticity is swept away by shards of information. The “I’m listening dear” and “I hear you” are buffered by once-a-week appointments of intimacy that veneers the window of love. Our inattention to life and love leaves most daydreaming of better times and spattered by prolific romanticized visions of sudden, passionate love. Look out the window folks … autumn’s leaves have fallen.

Real love is rare and we forget that seeds of love, once planted, must be nurtured. The field must be worked. By not tilling the field, love’s fertile soil succumbs to a mainstream of lists, of iPhone tasks, text messages and other accoutrements which on prima fascia value appear extremely urgent, but so unimportant.

But before we set off with torches and pitchforks in hand, let’s revisit another Baltimore Raven, Ray Lewis. On January 31, 2000, a fight broke out between Lewis, his companions and another group, resulting in the deaths of Jacinth Baker and Richard Lollar. Two weeks into the trial, Lewis’ attorneys’, negotiated a plea deal in which Lewis plead guilty to a misdemeanor charge of obstruction in exchange for testimony.

The following year, Ray Lewis was named the Super Bowl most valuable player. The murders of both Baker and Lollar remain unsolved. At the end of the day, Lewis received the equivalency of a 15 yard penalty for unnecessary roughness and ‘first down.’

I’m not daring to compare the alleged infractions committed by either Lewis or Rice. And no woman should be beaten, period. But in the 13 years succeeding, Lewis was able to rehabilitate himself, while simultaneously becoming an iconic figure of leadership. While I feel Ray Rice walked away relatively easy, he has a tough road. But maybe, just maybe, his own personal failures will lead to something wonderful.

However, as USA Today writer Nina Mandell opined, it won’t change what he did, for what Rice did was horrendous.

All of us, Rice and Lewis included, need to surrender our ego, not for ourselves, but as a gift of protection to future generations. By allowing Rice grace and love, we create a profound opportunity to transform hatred into light. It’s something Rice, and society as a whole, could dedicate to all who’ve experienced such abuse.

Buddhists claim the health and happiness of the family is essential to societal happiness. Despite material and technological security many have, individuals and families suffer from a lack of true communication, resulting in anger, violence, loneliness and despair. So if Ray Rice can impact any of the 17,000 reported domestic violence cases just in Baltimore, then he deserves the chance. In essence, he deserves the chance for rehabilitation others receive.

Orthodox Rabbi Shmuley Boteach quoted that everyone who falls gets humiliated and dragged through the mud. “The Jewish religion says that a man’s most cherished possession is his good name … and everyone deserves the opportunity to reclaim his.” Whether or not Rice can live and atone to man he claims is up to Rice. But that forgiveness is grounded upon the level of grace his spouse and society offer.

Personally, I’m not neither a Raven nor Rice fan. But if we forgave Lewis – if we forgave Vick – then we must afford the same opportunity to Rice.